Saturday, January 20, 2018

Tha mi nam Gàidheal

Or if you prefer, Tá mé Gael in Irish. In English - I am a Gael. Many of my ancestors spoke Gaelic, some in Ireland, some in Scotland. My immediate ancestors were mainly Scots with a hefty side order of French, seasoned with a bit o' English. According to the DNA test The Olde Vermonter had, we've a lot of Irish in us if'n you go back far enough. Apparently the Vikings came a calling as well. My ancestors must have been a fun bunch, when they weren't sacking and pillaging that is.

Anyhoo.

I have always had a fascination for the Gaelic side of things. My paternal grandmother came from Aberdeenshire in Scotland, she was born not too far from that river depicted above. She was a wee sma' thing, under five feet tall, with a heart the size of all Scotland. I miss her, a lot, she passed back in the winter of '72. I was in my first year of college, all the brightness in the world seemed to dim when she left this vale of tears.

But as the years went by I began to embrace my Gaelic heritage because of her, she taught me that much and I am grateful for that.

I was rather excited to discover that the Irish numbered amongst my ancestors back in October. Of course, I have always enjoyed the music, the food, the folktales of both the Scots and the Irish. Must be in the blood.

Now back in the early days of The Chant I would post the occasional bagpipe tune, much to Buck's annoyance, he often said that I should post a warning when I did that. So I did, once or twice. There's another person I miss, a lot. Blogging was more fun when Buck was around. Och weel...

Anyhoo.

Gaelic music isn't all bagpipes and drums ya know. There is rich tradition with harps, and flutes, and fiddles. The human voice is also a most magnificent instrument and yesterday I was introduced to the music and singing of a lovely lady born and raised on the isle of North Uist, an island in the Outer Hebrides off the coast of Scotland in the wild Atlantic. She grew up speaking Gaelic (which is the language of today's post title).

Now, I wasn't introduced in person, more's the pity, as she is a sweet and lovely lass. No, I was introduced via a post from David Warren, "Pineapples or elephants?" So I had to go exploring to hear what her music sounded like, and I am glad I did.

Here is Julie Fowlis, enjoy -

The song, Hùg Air A' Bhonaid Mhòir, sounds all serious and such doesn't it? Well the title, in English, is "Celebrate the Great Bonnet." Yes, bonnets, hats if you will. (Covers, lids, chapeaux, caps, etc.) The song is rather whimsical in actuality. Here are the lyrics (in Gaelic and English -

Hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave
it alone

Tuilleadh air
a' bhonaid eile More on the
other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave
it alone

Tuilleadh air
a' bhonaid eile More on the
other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an
Bothalam na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was
as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher than the corn-stack frame

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an Bothalam
na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher
than the corn-stack frame

Hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave
it alone

Tuilleadh air
a' bhonaid eile More on the
other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave
it alone

Tuilleadh air a'
bhonaid eile More on the
other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an
Bothalam na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was
as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher than the corn-stack frame

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an Bothalam
na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher
than the corn-stack frame

Hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave
it alone

Tuilleadh air
a' bhonaid eile More on the
other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave
it alone

Tuilleadh air a'
bhonaid eile More on the
other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an
Bothalam na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was
as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher than the corn-stack frame

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an Bothalam
na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher
than the corn-stack frame

Da thàbh air
an fharaidh Two
spoon-nets in the loft

Tha rud shìos
anns a charaidh There's something
in the fish-trap

Da thàbh air
an fharaidh Two
spoon-nets in the loft

Tha rud aig an
fhaoileig The seagull has a catch

Da thàbh air
an fharaidh Two
spoon-nets in the loft

Tha rud shìos
anns a charaidh There's
something in the fish-trap

Da thàbh air
an fharaidh Two
spoon-nets in the loft

Tha rud aig an
fhaoileig The seagull has a catch

Ged tha mi gun
rud agam Although
I'm empty-handed

Tha rud shìos
anns a' charaidh There's something
in the fish-trap

Ged tha mi gun
rud agam Although
I'm empty-handed

Tha rud aig an
fhaoileig The seagull has a catch

Ged tha mi gun
rud agam Although
I'm empty-handed

Tha rud shìos
anns a' charaidh There's something
in the fish-trap

Ged tha mi gun
rud agam Although
I'm empty-handed

Tha rud aig an
fhaoileig The
seagull has a catch

Da thàbh air
an fharaidh Two
spoon-nets in the loft

Tha rud shìos
anns a charaidh There's something
in the fish-trap

Da thàbh air
an fharaidh Two
spoon-nets in the loft

Tha rud aig an
fhaoileig The seagull has a catch

Da thàbh air
an fharaidh Two
spoon-nets in the loft

Tha rud shìos
anns a charaidh There's
something in the fish-trap

Da thàbh air
an fharaidh Two
spoon-nets in the loft

Tha rud aig an
fhaoileig The seagull has a catch

Ged tha mi gun
rud agam Although
I'm empty-handed

Tha rud shìos
anns a' charaidh There's something
in the fish-trap

Ged tha mi gun
rud agam Although
I'm empty-handed

Tha rud aig an
fhaoileig The seagull has a catch

Ged tha mi gun
rud agam Although
I'm empty-handed

Tha rud shìos
anns a' charaidh There's something
in the fish-trap

Ged tha mi gun
rud agam Although
I'm empty-handed

Tha rud aig an
fhaoileig The
seagull has a catch

O hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Oh celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave it alone

Tuilleadh air
a' bhonaid eile More on the other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave
it alone

Tuilleadh air
a' bhonaid eile More on the
other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an
Bothalam na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was
as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher than the corn-stack frame

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an Bothalam
na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher
than the corn-stack frame

Hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave
it alone

Tuilleadh air
a' bhonaid eile More on the
other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Hùg air a'
bhonaid mhòir Celebrate
the great bonnet

Cuiribh oirre
's leigibh leatha Add to it, leave
it alone

Tuilleadh air a'
bhonaid eile More on the
other bonnet

Chan eil leth
gu leòr oirre There's
not half enough on it

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an
Bothalam na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was
as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher than the corn-stack frame

Bhonaid a bh'
aig Dòmhnall Bàn Donald Ban's bonnet

Ann an Bothalam
na tàmh Is to be
found in Bothalam

Bha i uiread
ris an spàrr It was as high as the roof joist

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher
than the corn-stack frame

B' àird' i na
lòban Higher
than the corn-stack frame

Catchy tune, innit? I trust you did the sing along thing, right? (Believe me, I tried.)I am now addicted to Ms. Fowlis' music.

Though as always, YMMV.But as Buck might have noted - At least I didn't make you listen to the bagpipes, now did I?

Beautiful song. No sing-along on my part due to the fact that my music skills are a large negative number.

I dug into my families genealogy enough to find that we have been in the United States for a rather long time.I also found that some of my great-grandparents on my father's side arrived from Sicily and on my mother's side my grandfather spoke a bit of gaelic, but I couln't confirm an Irish connection.

Having an Irish-Sicilian heritage would go a long way to explain some of my personality traits.

The bag pipes must have scared the crap out of opposing armies. From the other side of a hill only a few sounds like thousands of angry soldiers. My friend Frog is a piper, I tell him that is why he has no vermin in his home.

I tried to sing along but got lost at Hùg air a' bhonaid mhòir. Good stuff though!